What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

I turned my heel back.

"Yep, yep, yep...!?"

"Ho ha?

The strawberries make a fuss, and Momohina seems to be poking around, but I don't care.

"Good luck at best!

Abandon it, I'll run.

Running, I looked back at the chills, chills, to see how they were.

Figs, Momohina, it's not my place anymore. Strawberries are hut oaks, and Momohina perfectly defends herself against the swords of oaks.

Thankfully, the orcs aren't coming after me either. You think it's okay with me after I finish the strawberry and the momomohina? It's not, so it's dangerous to turn your back on the enemy you're on your way. Even with a slight difference in force, attacks from behind should be difficult to defend.

As you read.

Just give me this far and I'll be fine.

I took off my pinch.

"Don't feel bad, strawberry. Momohina."

I hid in that tree.

"You can't get hit with every oak like that on the bottom. Anyway, when I become a hero, I have a purpose."

Hands on your knees, breathe.

All right.

I pulled out the Rigiri and the Devil Sword Seoul Collector.

The sword body of the Seoul collector, in a nutshell, is red copper, but may be closer to describing it as the color of the sun dyeing the sky when it is about to set.

The sword body is carved with things that are neither lettering nor tattooed, and when you look closely they glow slightly red.

The blackish tweezers and patterns appear to be wrapped with thin skins or something. So it looks black? If you're going to peel it off, you're going to peel it off, but right now, it's not something you should do. Maybe it's more splendid in there.

If you stare, you can pull it off. I feel like I'm about to get sucked up.

"Demon Sword, huh?"

It's not even obvious. But the more I look at it, the more this is indeed a demon sword.

Sazi and Mine obtained this demon sword in the former Kingdom of Ishmal territory and Taraya, but were struck by the chase of the immortals and, in the end, both lost their lives. Saji was to give his soul to this sword at the end of the day.

Don't lose, to the Devil's Sword, Saji said.

For example, I don't think the Devil's Sword itself has the will, or the power to cause tragedy to the Devil's Sword, or anything like that. I don't believe it.

However, if there is one that possesses mighty power, one who craves or is fascinated by that power really appears.

Take it away, take it away. Take it and kill it. Perhaps that chain weaves a "history" that should also be called the fate of the Devil's Sword.

Saji said, Don't lose to the Devil's Sword, which means don't let that fate befall you only.

Saji is dead, covered only.

I won't.

Will it ever happen?

I walk.

Keep your posture low, you don't run.

Try not to make any noise, well, it's about as fast as walking.

If you have a tree in your hand, give yourself up.

Make sure you cross from tree to tree and travel quietly.

Right here.

I keep my back in the tree.

Breathe, no disturbance.

Pulse, normal.

You want to do it?

I'm out of the shade of a tree.

I knew I wouldn't run.

Okay, hurry up.

When I notice, my horizons are narrowed.

So I know I'm nervous.

Just a little, upset. I can't believe I'm nervous.

My heart, it's like it's shrinking, a feeling.

I'm holding my breath. I wasn't trying to stop you. When.

I also thought about being forced to breathe.

But I stopped.

Go.

Keep going.

I, silently, poke at the Seoul Collector.

Exactly now, I'm about to chop and carve a strawberry, towards the back of a shed oak.

Shed oak armor with scaly metal applied through the tip of the soul collector like a cloth.

Ahead, pierce the body of the hut oak.

It's flowing.

Something.

Inside the Seoul Collector.

I saw it.

Letters or tattoos engraved on the sword body of a soul collector, but blurted, red, just for a moment, but added a creepy glow.

"Ha..................................................."

The cabin oak stopped moving and relaxed his whole body at the same time.

When I pulled the soul collector, the cabin oak collapsed.

"... xaragi...?

The strawberries look open and seem flattered.

"What are you looking at?"

I sighed small.

Did you manage to make it?

"Your pretty face is ruined."

"Ki, it's not pretty! Oh, my God, it's beautiful!

"I know."

"I guess so!

"Why do you feel so beautiful?"

"I'm not pretty. Shh! Didn't you run away?"

"Barca."

I'll run.

It's not over yet.

"Do you think this great hero will abandon his children and run away? It's an operation."

"Ko, what's a child!

"Fine, follow me. This hand is basically only once. Cover Momohina."

"I will! He didn't tell me!

"Then do it quickly!

"Disgusting!"

The strawberry was pounded by an oak that was interacting with Momohina so as to bump its upset.

"Obnoxious! Obnoxious! Disgusting......!

"Share Daha!?"

Oak seems somewhat surprised by this abrupt rush.

"Ugh, nigga"

On the plane, Momohina also turned to the offense, so the oak turned.

"... Udah!? Didah gash!

"Okay, good, you guys."

I fucking laugh.

Everything is according to my plan.

Even though the situation favours strawberries and momomohina, that doesn't last forever. Because strawberries and momomohinas don't have the power to unleash decision hitting. No matter how much you attack, you cannot defeat the Orcs. So eventually it's exhausting and it's reversed.

So, it's my turn.

Pushed by the momentum, then perhaps, it's not that hard of a job to take the back of a “ oak ” that hasn ’ t yet adapted to a two-on-one situation.

I thought...

"LUAGADA! DUANDASH!

The oak jumps to the right and to the left. Jump, knife, and wave the shield.

Back up, to the dark clouds, don't stop, don't come near, it's like you're raging.

You look like you're doing a mess, but when this happens, it's hard to get close.

In the meantime, the oak has calmed down. I keep the trees on my back constantly to keep them from being surrounded.

The quality and quantity of strawberry and momomohina movements then dropped extremely.

"... Phew. Chipped Pi."

"............................................................................................."

Momohina, who is snagging, is also adorable, and exhausted strawberries are not pathetic and bad.

Or if you say so.

"I can't help it"

I pointed my soul collector's cut at Oak.

"Hey, Oak. You did a great job. Full of enemies. I'll compliment you."

"... xaragi?

Strawberries looked at me a lot.

I imagine what would happen to this guy if he made it harder on me, even though his face was full of sweat and he seemed to feel sorry for me. I wonder what it is. Is it sadistic?

And anyway, it's horny.

"That's enough."

I shrug my shoulders.

"Oak. The words don't seem to make sense. You don't seem stupid, and you know it somehow. I'm gonna miss you, so go quietly."

"Are you serious?

I will nod to the strawberry that asks.

"Oh, I mean it. Three to one is cowardly, too. It doesn't look good on a big hero and his kids."

"Awesome."

Momohina laughed at what was funny, uh-huh.

"... but"

And control the strawberry that still tries to say something, and I tell the Orc.

"Go, Oak. Go home alive and spread the name of the great hero Xaragi to the oak world. Hmm? The oak world? Am I right, like that? Fine. Anyway, you can go. Look, go for it. Figs, Momohina, you stay back. Road, open him up."

Momohina is

"Hoo-hoo."

And how are you feeling so well... that you've already recovered? Health. Oh, this guy.

The strawberries, too, felt shabby and away from the oak.

Oak is staring at me.

From that point of view, you probably understand what I'm saying. I just can't measure my sincerity, I doubt it. Is that the place?

I'll put the Seoul Collector down and grab an oak gaze.

Eventually, the oak also lowered its knife.

He walks slowly as he sees me.

I see emotional and thought swings that are very different from human beings in the eyes of a different person in an oak.

I'm sure if I remember Orc's words or Orc's human words, I can fully communicate my intentions.

The target is not a beast. I'm not a barbarian. It would be different from humans, but even the same people are a lot different.

I probably know about Oak to some extent. Oak probably knows a lot about me.

If that bothers you, we'll see.

So I feel it.

Praying, I guess.

If I were you, I might.

Oak passes right by me.

"Ganasht"

And, unmistakably, Oak said.

Probably a goodbye greeting.

If they say goodbye, most of them look back.

I did, too.

Oak was turning this way and wielding a sword.

... right.

I knew it. That's what you'll do.

So I had it ready, too. I had to prepare it.

You didn't trust me, and I didn't trust you, and we had no other choice, but in the end, we had to do this.

I stuck it in the oak.

A soul collector stabs an oak in the belly and sucks.

In a flash, suck.

Oak is falling on me.

Already, desperate.

I felt the weight of the oak for a few seconds, and then I knocked it down over there.

"Bye, Oak"

I tried to add another word, two words, but what I did didn't bring up just the right words.

I look up into the sky and close my eyes.

Killed the orcs.

A prostitute kills an orc for one. They also refer to killing orcs for the first time, vulgarly, virginity graduation, they say. I don't have to wonder what it would be like to be a woman, but I graduated brilliantly. Besides, it's not the first line, but in the first day of World War II. Clearly, it's a feat.

Instead, there is no joy.

I'm not satisfied either.

"Hey, that's about it, you mean I'm the big guy"

I squeal, I open my eyes.

Looking back, the figs, Momohina, are looking at me.

I make you laugh.

"We won. Thanks to me. Thank you so much, worship me. This great hero."